high-dimensional shuttle

Chapter 67 I, am I still the original me?

Facing Shi Dapeng's request, Fang Yuhao was stunned.

For the spiritual world that you discovered, you can indeed follow the big team to enter the adventure.He knew that there was such a clause in the original agreement.

"Maybe in a deep sense, it's not that simple..."

Seeing Shi Dapeng with his neck shrunken like a fat-headed fish, Fang Yuhao asked suspiciously: "You can still share quotas? Are you not afraid of death? Maybe there is something weird and weird in it, even you said it yourself, it will kill you!"

"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid!" Shi Dapeng's body trembled: "But I'm the president of the Indus Association... Although this non-governmental organization has declined, I must go in and see for myself!"

Fang Yuhao was taken aback: "You are the president?!"

"You don't even know what happened? Are you the president?"

Shi Dapeng's face was flushed red, as if he had touched his pain point, and he waved his hands in the air: "There is no one else, brother, except for me, a new young man, the rest are all old men... I If not, who will do it?"

It turns out he is still a polished commander...

"And, do you know what my profession is? I'm an archaeologist... an archaeologist!"

"Don't you know what novel gadgets mean to an archaeologist? It means... something more important than life!" When talking about this, Shi Dapeng was extremely excited.

"My family is involved in ancestral archeology, and we pay special attention to various legends, customs, and..."

Then there were all kinds of difficult words, such as "the idealistic world is a collection of imagination", "studying various supernatural beings is a dream", and "excavator", "turn on the immortal cultivation mode", etc. The inside and outside of the house were full of joyful words. Air.

He even took out a wooden dagger from his pocket, which looked old-fashioned.

"Look, I know all kinds of handicrafts, such as wood carving, weaving, art, etc., which will definitely help me..."

Fang Yuhao took the wooden dagger and squeezed it casually. The system in his mind did not jump out any information, nor did he find anything strange about it.He put the dagger under his nose and smelled it again, smelling a faint scent of turpentine.

"Could this not be the ten thousand year mahogany sword that was struck by lightning? Can it be used as a flying sword?"

After Shi Dapeng said this, he calmed down a little: "Ahem, is it just an ordinary wooden sword..."

Fang Yuhao looked at Shi Dapeng with a puzzled look.Perhaps it was because he had been a psychiatrist for a long time, and when he looked at others now, he always felt that there was something wrong with the other's head.

"I don't care if I can take you in or not. You should show your face to Dr. Jin. If you are capable, will he not reuse you? I don't believe he is so stupid."

Shi Dapeng said embarrassingly: "No, my personal willpower is too weak. I only have D-level, which is the level of ordinary people. He won't let me in. Really, I didn't lie to you, Brother Fang, please, take me with you Go in! Multiple people can be bold..."

Fang Yuhao was silent for a while.

It didn't matter to him whether he took anyone in or not.Anyway, they are all in the research institute, so if there are any problems, he doesn’t have to worry about them.

He just felt that his death-defying heart was beating crazily.

"Entering with the big troops, it seems...it can really strengthen your courage."

What is in that wonderful world full of red mist?
What is an invisible monster like?
This kind of curiosity, as dangerous and gorgeous as poppies, is constantly attracting him.

"Dr. Jin and the others are not stupid. Almost no one died in the small-scale expedition mission after restarting the research. Especially Battalion Commander Zhao, he is a real A-level fierce man..." Shi Dapeng encouraged again.

Fang Yuhao Shen didn't answer, tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, and fell into deep thought.

Originally, he wanted to use the system to make himself more powerful before exploring, but now he seemed a little impatient.

Do people live just for enjoyment?

do not know.

What he is doing now is all to get more fragments of belief, and make some money along the way, so that he and his parents can live a good life.

However, such things as belief fragments can never be earned enough.

What is the purpose of living?

Suddenly, Fang Yuhao remembered his previous answer.

"Explore, discover, create, learn!"

That joking answer seems to be slowly becoming a reality.

The charming unknown, the curious unknown, is more moving to him than any glamorous girl.

When he first came into contact with the supernatural, he was terribly afraid, but later, he missed it and wanted to know more.

When walking tremblingly, walking towards a piece of uncultivated virgin land, that feeling...how thrilling and beautiful...even if the price is paid, it may be the risk of life.

Fang Yuhao was shocked.

"I, because of my original answer, have a mentality change?"

"Have I been changed by the system? I am no longer the same person?"

When this idea came up, a throb from the depths of his soul surged into Fang Yuhao's mind, making him break out in cold sweat and tremble involuntarily.

What life fears most is the disappearance of the "self". This is a philosophical law engraved in genes.Fang Yuhao shuddered when he thought that something was changing "my" thinking.

"Hey buddy, what's wrong with you?"

Being patted on the shoulder, Fang Yuhao came back to his senses instantly.

"Ah! It's nothing, I missed it."

Shi Dapeng blushed, and said, "Oh, and the identity information of that criminal has almost been investigated, but his life is dying, and he may not last for a few days. If he dies, the idealistic world will The entrance is likely to disappear."

"If you are interested, you can go to the research institute this weekend."

"The exploration work on that small spiritual world will start soon. It is probably just a small world with incomplete rules. After this village, there will be no such shop!"

Fang Yuhao was still very interested in the prisoner who almost killed him: "Okay, I will go there this weekend and we will talk then."

"Then let's do this first, you think about it." Seeing that Fang Yuhao was a little moved, Shi Dapeng hummed a ditty and left.

Fang Yuhao had a vague feeling that Shi Dapeng's purpose of entering the world of idealism was not purely out of curiosity, but perhaps something else.

"What the hell...everyone has their little secrets, don't they?"

He began to think about another philosophical question, which is particularly important to him: am I still the original me?
Is my state of mind undergoing a series of changes because of the subconscious "tall answer" at the beginning?

(End of this chapter)